Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!
Chapter 38: Let’s Practice (3)

Chapter 38: Let’s Practice (3)

Georgia’s POV

After painting my thighs with several kiss marks, Nick slowly sat up. His eyes stayed locked on mine for a moment before he reached for me.

He grabbed all of my hair and swept it over my shoulder, baring my chest completely. My skin broke into goosebumps, not from the cold storm outside, but from the fire licking through my veins.

His eyes dropped again.

He gulped.

The blanket was still covering my breasts, barely. His stare was ravenous.

Then he looked up at me, eyes sharp, voice husky. "You ready?"

I tightened my grip on the blanket and nodded, pretending to stay calm. "Yup. Go on."

But inside?

I was burning.

My body was a furnace, and my blood was a boiling magma. My heartbeat was loud enough to drown out the rain hammering outside the cave. I wanted him to touch me. To taste me. To claim me.

Nick leaned forward.

And then he kissed me—there.

Through the blanket at first, his lips searched, teased. But the softness of the fabric was getting in his way. I could feel his frustration in the way his breath hitched, the way he adjusted his mouth to reach more of me.

Then, suddenly, he grabbed my hand—the one holding the blanket over my chest—and pulled it down. Gently but firmly, he guided my own hand to cup and lift my breast toward him without touching it. Not directly.

My breath caught in my throat.

I froze. Shocked. Exposed.

But I didn’t stop him.

I let him do it. Every cell in my body begged for it.

His mouth latched onto my skin—hot, wet, needy. He sucked harder this time, lingering longer, marking me on both sides, one after the other. My nipples pebbled in the cold air, but the warmth of his mouth made my core pulse with raw need.

When he finally pulled away, he leaned back just a little and stared.

Like he was admiring his work. Like I was his.

And gods... I wanted to be.

"Looks good... believable," he murmured, still not looking at my face.

His eyes stayed locked on my breasts, focused on the fresh marks he’d left behind—his little masterpiece. His voice was casual, detached even, like this was just another task to check off a list.

But the heat in his gaze told me otherwise.

"Think it’s enough?" he added, still studying my chest like he wasn’t ready to move on yet.

One of my brows arched on instinct, but I quickly corrected it with a soft blink. I forced my voice to stay innocent, teasing. "Hmm... I wouldn’t know. I’ve never done anything like this. Between the two of us, you’re the expert. So, you tell me. Is it enough?"

A loaded question wrapped in sugar.

I was baiting him, and we both knew it.

It was a challenge hidden in innocence. I was curious if what he would say next.

He laughed, low and magnetic. "Me? An expert?"

That smile—damn that smile—it was rare, but when it surfaced, it was mesmerizing. And every time I see it, I go into a trance.

He rubbed his chin, pretending to think it over, but I wasn’t buying the act for a second. Nick may be playing the role of the gentleman captain, but I could practically hear the gears turning in his head. I knew he’d already envisioned five different ways this scene could escalate.

And I was dying to know which one he’d choose.

Then he tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Would you be comfortable if I left a few here?" His hand hovered close to my stomach.

There it was.

The next move.

Exactly what I expected—and exactly what I wanted.

I bit down on my tongue, just enough to sting. I had to stop myself from grinning. My expression stayed neutral, maybe even hesitant... but inside?

I was screaming yes.

I held his gaze and gave the softest nod, letting silence answer for me.

Let’s see how far you’re willing to go, Captain...

I slid one hand over my breasts, shielding them, while my other hand tugged the blanket down, covering my hips and everything below.

His jaw dropped! Eyes wide, completely shocked. The look on his face was priceless.

He froze.

I had to bite my tongue harder to stop myself from laughing. Gods, the man looked like I’d just slapped him with a fantasy he wasn’t prepared for.

But he recovered fast. Gulped once. Then leaned in like he had a mission to finish.

His left hand gripped my waist, firm and possessive, while the other braced against the rock beside me. He started near my side, his body hovering close. The position was awkward for him, so I stretched out my legs to give him space and leaned back, allowing him full access.

Then he dipped his head.

His tongue circled a spot just above my hip. The sensation shot through me like electricity, goosebumps flaring along my arms. My mind began to spiral, breath quickening. And before I could brace myself, he sucked hard against my skin.

The mark was swift, deliberate—then he moved.

But instead of pulling away, his mouth followed a slow, wet trail up my body. His tongue dragged beneath the curve of my breast. I gasped, not just from the shock, but from the surge of arousal that ripped through me.

And then... he reached for my arm.

The one I’d been using to cover myself.

His fingers closed around my wrist—gentle, but insistent. He looked at me once, seeking permission in silence. I didn’t stop him.

He pulled my arm away.

And just like that, I was bare to him. Fully exposed.

I was fully naked up there!

Every inch of me.

And yet—I didn’t flinch.

Let him see what he started.

Let him decide if he still wanted to call this a practice.

He sat up, still holding my wrist, his eyes locked onto my bare breasts like he was trying to commit every inch of them to memory. His breathing grew heavier, like he was wrestling with something primal and evil just beneath the surface.

His jaw tightened. His gaze never wavered.

"Raymond hasn’t seen this?" he asked, voice low, rough. "They’re... beautiful."

My lips curled into a small, dangerous smile.

"No one has," I said softly, watching his expression shift. "Except the lady at the waxing salon a week ago. Ella insisted I get a full bikini wax before the honeymoon."

I let the words hang there—casual, innocent on the surface, but baiting him beneath it.

He blinked. Then gulped.

I didn’t miss the subtle clench of his jaw, the way his chest rose faster than before. I knew exactly where his thoughts were now. I could almost feel the image playing out in his mind—his hands, his mouth, his tongue. Wondering just how bare I really was beneath that blanket.

Good.

Let him wonder.

Let him burn for it like I already was burning for him.

His gaze finally lifted from my breasts and locked onto my eyes. The fire in them made my pulse quicken.

"I want a reward for the kiss marks," he said, like he was testing the waters, daring me to play.

My lips parted slightly. "Reward?" I echoed, feigning innocence. "I don’t have anything to give you in here."

Of course, I knew exactly what he meant.

He wasn’t asking for a material reward that I could hold in my hands.

And I was ready to give it.

All he had to do... was ask.